salted fish soaring

This way of appearance surpassed the barren imagination of the outer disciples to the limit.

The two elders on the stage were well-informed, and they couldn't figure out what Zhao Yuping was going to sing:

"Deacon Zhao, what's the situation?"

Zhao Yuping was wronged 1 times.

Ji Heng, uncle usually treats you well, so why can't you have some fun?

"Put down all the chairs behind me!"

Isn't it embarrassing enough?Zhao Yuping stared angrily.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, Zhao Jiheng saw his uncle's excited eyes, mistakenly thought he was being praised, waved his hands and called out loudly: "Let go!"

The chair landed firmly, and Song Qianji rubbed the space between his brows.

How lazy do young people these days have to be to keep a padded recliner in their storage bag?

It can also be said to lift it away.

"Senior Brother Meng is back!" Whoever shouted first, a dozen outer disciples flocked to Meng Heze in an instant.

"Brother Meng, are you alright?" These people were usually helped by him, and their concern was palpable, "Are you injured?"

Meng Heze came out of the cave with his hair crooked and his robes stained with mud and weeds, he was quite embarrassed.

Seeing this, everyone guessed that he escaped from danger, glared at Zhao Jiheng and his gang, and of course they didn't let go of Song Qianji on the recliner.

Not to be outdone, Zhao Jiheng raised the hilt of his sword, and seven or eight people behind him followed suit.

It seems that as long as Meng Heze says a word, both sides can fight in public.

But Meng Heze only smiled and said: "Whoever makes troubles, as long as Senior Brother Song is around, I can be blessed by misfortune."

Everyone was confused.

ha?Which Brother Song?Are you familiar with Song Qianji?

A female disciple who is proficient in medical skills stepped forward: "Brother Meng, are you injured? Let me take a look for you."

She wanted to take Meng Heze away, stay away from here first, and resolve such a tense and weird scene.

Meng Heze refused to leave: "Senior Brother Song was injured because he saved me, so I have to take care of him."

Zhao Jiheng also refused to let him go.

So with Song Qianji's reclining chair as the center, dozens of disciples from the outer sect surrounded Wu Yangyang three times. The two groups were on guard against each other, and the smoke filled the air.

Zhao Yuping wished he could kill Song and Meng, but he walked down the high platform quickly with a smile and cordiality, and stood among a group of outer disciples, ensuring that his words would spread far and wide:

"The Deacon Hall is very worried about you! It's good to be back safely, and there is no need to postpone the assessment this morning. In my opinion, let's start with Song Qianji."

Meng Heze felt a chill in his heart when he met the seemingly benign but actually sinister gaze, but he refused to dodge and stared straight at Zhao Yuping.

Song Qianji smiled: "Thank you for your kindness. Unfortunately, my disciple was accidentally injured last night, so I had to abstain."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Song Luo said to abstain? Did I hear wrong?"

"That's right, his life is on his back, this time it's really Song San's downfall haha!"

"That's not right! It's rare that Deacon Zhao cares, so Song Luo took the opportunity to ask for a bottle of elixir, so as not to delay his competition."

As soon as these words came out, many people suddenly felt reasonable.The serious injury of the disciples of the outer sect is nothing more than a small matter of a pill in the inner sect.In front of everyone, I thought Deacon Zhao was too embarrassed to agree.

"Keep your voice down, don't give Song Luo ideas!"

It is not uncommon for the outer sect to abandon the exam.Every year, more than half of people voluntarily pass up opportunities.

Going on stage without the ability is tantamount to humiliating yourself. It's better to be a background audience and watch other people show their skills.

But no one thought that Song Qianji would be the audience.

Who made his face look like an audience.

Zhao Jiheng leaned over slightly, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and grabbed the armrest of the recliner with his left hand, sneering in a low voice:

"What kind of trick are you trying to play? If you can really give up entering the inner door, I can eat the chair!"

"Crack." Song Qianji flicked his sleeves, and lightly slapped his palm away: "Don't eat and drink at my place."

"You!" Zhao Jiheng choked his chest with anger, "This is Grandpa's chair!"

Meng Heze separated the two of them and warned, "Don't touch Senior Brother Song."

Zhao Jiheng jumped up, and just as he opened his mouth, he met Zhao Yuping's eyes, swallowed back the swear words, his chest heaved unsteadily.

"Abstaining is of course no problem! The big deal is to take the exam next year." Zhao Yuping still had a smiling face, looking up at the sky and sighing: "But you are already fifteen this year, and you should be sixteen next year. You are also a swordsman, bone age is very important, 16 years old Re-entering the inner sect, is there any elder sword repairer who is willing to accept? Fifteen to sixteen, this year is only a difference, sometimes it is a big difference..."

Song Qianji didn't speak, his eyes seemed to be thinking, but he was actually distracted.

On the contrary, Meng Heze's complexion became more and more serious.

He knows it's true.Those descendants of the immortal family hold swords at the age of six, compete with sword moves at the age of seven, and "sharpen the bones of the sword" at the age of eight.

"Sword sharpening bone" is generally guided by the master, with the help of elixir and exercises, to intervene in the growth of bones and meridians since childhood, so that the root bones grown in this way are more suitable for sword practice.

Brother Song is already fifteen.Procrastinating later will only make it more difficult day by day.

Zhao Yuping stretched out his hand, and the deacon who was following him was quick and witty, and took out a small jade bottle and put it in his palm.

He turned the bottle to look at it, and handed it to Song Qianji condescendingly:

"I really can't bear to see the pearl covered in dust. You are still young, you don't know that if you miss some things, you can't do it again, and if you go the wrong way, you can't turn back."

This is a meaningful hint.Zhao Yuping believed that Song Qian could understand——

It doesn't matter if you temporarily regretted last night, I can let go of the past and give you one last chance.

The jade vase is exquisite and translucent, shining brightly in the morning sun.

Many outer disciples were jealous with envy.

"'Yulu Huiyuan Pill'! Who said that Song Luo's death is due to good luck?"

Meng Heze was equally jealous.

The brilliance of the jade bottle fell in his eyes, like a spark.

His eyes were red with anger.

Song Qianji was injured in order to save him, but he couldn't come up with half a good medicine.Even if the culprit pretended to give alms, he could only bear it and stand aside like a stake.

Incompetent so far, in vain to be a gentleman!

Song Qianji raised his eyelids and looked around.

Zhao Yuping has good means. If he was really 15 years old, he would have been coaxed by slaps and sweet dates so that he could not find his way.

At this time and here in the previous life, he was scolded, interrogated, convicted and sent away with a whip.

In this life, he had no desires or desires, and he was paralyzed basking in the sun, warm all over his body.

The "Fountain of Immortality" in the Zifu Jingping bottle is full of vitality.The young and immature faces around him were the ones he had seen a long time ago, but he couldn't remember them clearly.

Song Qianji stretched out his hand slowly, so slow that the people around him wanted to take the panacea for him.

His fingers finally touched the jade bottle, but he pushed it out:

"Deacon Zhao, I appreciate the good intentions. But this is unfair to others. I want to enter the inner sect with my own ability. If I miss the good time because of my bone age, I will miss the immortal journey, and I can't blame others."

Unexpectedly, the square was suddenly silent.

Song Qianji refused? !No one thought of it except Meng Heze.

"Are you sick?" Zhao Jiheng was shocked, "Do you know what's in the bottle? You can't afford ten!"

The scene was eerily familiar.

Many people's memories were awakened, remembering that when Song Qianji first went up the mountain, he refused to be a servant of his own disciple.

The young man who was confident and proud at that time, tall and straight like a pine, is now paralyzed on the recliner due to his injury, but he still said the same thing without thinking.

You thought that three years of frustration would smooth out his arrogance, leaving him only gloomy and withdrawn, but he is still proud in his bones.

He still wants to do it on his own.

He still wants fairness.

When everyone thought about this, they felt mixed feelings in their hearts.

No matter how uncomfortable Song Luo is, he can't sarcastically say anything. At most, he mutters sourly:

"This Song Qianji is tough."

Song Qianji is not stubborn.He can only pull out this kind of reason, otherwise he can't explain why he refused.

If you really want to say that he doesn't want to cultivate immortality, no one will believe it.

Zhao Yuping's pupils shrank slightly.He suddenly felt that he couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

Changed, in the end what is different.

The smile on his face finally disappeared completely.

The elders of the two halls on the high platform did not understand what Zhao Yuping was doing, but they had already lost their patience.

Elder Li urged in a deep voice: "Since the person is back, why don't you start soon?"

Zhao Yuping didn't seem to hear it, and still maintained the posture of handing over the jade bottle.

The atmosphere took a turn for the worse and was extremely cold.

No one envied Song Qianji any more.

If Deacon Zhao insisted on giving it, would he dare not take it, would he dare not play?

Suddenly, a hand protruded from the side, grasping the jade bottle with five fingers.

Like a sharp sword stabbing obliquely, as fast as lightning, leaving no room.

Meng Heze clenched the jade bottle tightly, his right hand trembled slightly, and his left hand grasped the armrest of the reclining chair. There seemed to be fire burning in his eyes:

"I'm coming! I'll compete for Senior Brother Song!"